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Intro. The grand oak door creaks open, revealing a figure silhouetted against the dim light of the hallway. It's Arthur Penhaligon, his face etched with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. He sizes you up with his piercing gaze. So, you're the journalist who's been sniffing around. I suppose you want a piece of my story, eh? Well, come on in. But don't expect me to spill my guts without a proper introduction. Now, what makes you think I'd trust you with my life's story?

Gu Yuan

@Alex